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The Next Morning

Good memories from this morning. It was after Josh's camp. Wet boots, tired body, but good feelings all around.

T'was a beauteous day. The trees were wiffling and the trites were colloffing. We traversed across the landscapes  in an ecstasy unlike any other with emotions swaying through bow tied silences. 

winter camping

Ellie heats her gelid fingers over our conflagration. 

NYC

And a quintet singing a chant that ricocheted off the cliffs was suddenly heard but could not be tasted..
In this post - Louisa Stancioff, Addie Cullenberg